Thorn.
A prison cell.
I, the Alpha of the Moonsdale pack has been reduced to a criminal who is sitting in the cell of an enemy. Mishon. Maddy. My own family members are the ones who joined hands with our enemies to defeat us. I pen my eyes after spending hours, trying to reconnect to Aries—it’s the poison. If Aries, my wolf can help me, my legs would be back again.
But as of now, my wounds are not healing as fast as they should, I can feel my strength failing as I rot in the cell.
The dimly lit, with cold, damp stone walls that seem to absorb what little light filters through a rusted, iron-barred window. Chains hang from the low ceiling, and the air is heavy with a musty scent. The floor is uneven, scattered with hay, and the only furniture is a rickety, wooden cot in one corner.
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